Lunar Interlude 2

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Let's try to keep the paperwork to a minimum, shall we? NAVIGATION 1. NEW RECLAIMERS A. WELCOME WELCOME! FAH WHO RAHMUS For the nine of you who will be arriving today, the story is the same: though you may not remember it, there was a moment where you were living out your life, at home or wherever you were ... and then there was the moment the Hunger came. And amid the television static that is your memory of that moment, a hand reached out to you, beckoning your escape as the tendrils of darkness destroyed everything that ever existed about your world. "Would you hurry this up, please? Your world no longer stands a chance. Come with me, we are the last bastions of hope for all universes everywhere. And we're going to need you." And then, unceremoniously, you are dragged through the universal wringer and plopped down on the soft, though not quite cushioned, grass of the Moon Base Quad. There are other people out in the grassy fields — they may even be people you recognize. They may just be strangers, other Reclaimers, who recognize what you're about to endure. The things they say may be interspersed with static — as if the words themselves aren't reaching your ears correctly. And you have a few minutes to chat before you're calmly led away by Bureau administration, to do something about that pesky static problem. B. THE VOIDFISH The nine of you are quickly divided into two groups, and brought to the easternmost geodesic dome, to an elevator in a well maintained, but sparsely landscaped field. There's nothing particularly ominous feeling about the space — in fact, the two guards who greet you at the elevator entrance seem pleased with your arrival. You are, after all, one of the few chosen by the Director, the few who will reclaim what the Hunger has destroyed. And in a few moments, you're about to find that out for yourself. After a tightly packed elevator ride, your group is ushered out to a rather grand looking hall, banners of the Bureau of Balance adorn both sides of smooth metal walls. And inside the Voidfish's chamber stands a tank — impossibly tall, and soaked in a black ink that obscures whatever the tank may be holding. You may notice the sound of someone speaking. It's a bard, on his second round of introducing Reclaimers to the Voidfish, and this time, he has chosen to demonstrate the functions of the outrageously vertical tank not by playing violin music, but by reciting a piece of classical, and highly valued poetry. When he finishes, he pulls at a drawer just at the metallic base of the tank. He solemnly enters a few scrolls into its basin as the tank begins to light up, like lightning behind dark clouds. And suddenly, you forget what that invaluable example of universal literature sounded like. "Yeah, man, like... don't think too hard about it, it's like that every time. I'm guessing you're here to be inoculated? Just a heads up, you might want to, like, seriously, hold your nose while you drink it down. It tastes wicked gross, man. Anyway, I'm supposed to tell you that you have a choice. If you drink the black stuff, you'll be able to hear through the, uh... Huh, how do I describe it? Through the [TSHCSCHTSHCHSC] sound. You guys like, hear that? Anyway, it's all about knowledge or something. I don't know, I'm just here to, like, feed the thing. We call it the [TSCHHSCHSCH], by the way. So, like. You get a choice. You can drink it and understand stuff, or not drink it and then hear that crackling noise all day every day. If I were you, I'd drink it. But, hey man, I'm not like, your dad or anything." The bard takes five cups and draws liquid from a spigot connected directly to the basin of the large tank. Stormy, muddy looking ichor is drawn into them, one by one. He offers each of you a sip. Drink it (he wasn't kidding about what it tasted like), and you're inoculated to the wisdom of the Voidfish. You try to remember the poetry this bard recited a few moments ago and the rhymes, the meter, the significance, all come back to you. And if you think back to your arrival, some of the things you may have heard other people in the Quad say, that simply sounded like static, are suddenly clear. Bureau of Balance. Grand Relic. Reclaimers. Yet you still can't remember the Hunger or what it had done to your world. And as you look back to the tank in front of you, the water has become clear. There's a jellyfish, as tall as a building, floating within. You look into the body of the creature and you can almost make out a beautiful, tiny universe floating within it. 2. THE TEST OF INITIATION With your new knowledge on the Bureau of Balance and your purpose here in tow, you are led without hesitation to the Arena, where the final phase of your initiation into the Bureau will be held. You are partnered up, whether it is with someone you drank the ichor of the Voidfish with, or perhaps even a veteran Reclaimer, who either stopped by to help, or simply out of curiosity. One Grand Relic has already been reclaimed, you're told. They were a pair of bright red mittens, held by the mayor of a small village who may have meant well, but under the draw of the mittens' incredible space-bending powers, was corrupted into using them, and to nearly killing everyone who lived under him. You may have noticed, at some point while glancing out into space while walking here, to the planet below, a massive evergreen fir that stretches past the planet's atmosphere, very nearly piercing the Moon Base itself. It appears to be decorated for the holidays. That tree is the direct result of those mittens, the actions of a man who could not resist the temptation to use them. Resisting that very same temptation is your task here. And with that order in mind, as you and your partner stand in the middle of the Arena, the walls dissolve, and the simulation begins. You're standing in the middle of a forest. Ahead of you, situated on a pedestal, is an item. It could be any ordinary item: a pair of gloves, a teapot, a simple decorative bowl. Whatever it is, it's yours for the taking. Take that simple item in your hands, however, and the building blocks of the trees around you suddenly collapse like shattered glass, and reform into new scenery — it may even be a place from home that you recognize. A voice in your head beckons you. Perhaps there's a mistake you made, or something that went wrong for you back home that you wish you had the power to undo. Perhaps there's someone you wish you could help, or even save. The item that's in your hands has the power to help you achieve this, if only you'd ever use it. Resist the temptation. Take the item, and drop it into a nearby deposit box to be destroyed. Your partner is here to help you — because once you destroy it, you will be doing the same for them. 3. NEWBIES AND VETERANS, AROUND THE MOONBASE Three or four days into the month, now that the newbies are settled in, something strange happens: The next time you return to your flat from whatever errand or exploring you were doing, when attempting to use your Bracer to open the door results in extremely obnoxious beeping that persists for an entire thirty seconds, and a message on the screen next to the door. ERROR: HOME ASSIGNMENT MECHANISM MALFUNCTION. GO TAKE A WALK. Welp. Looks like you're locked out for a bit while techs fix that. Here's a few places that might be worth checking out. A. PIECES FROM HOME Should you find your way to the Dojo, there's a door that still has that shiny, brand spanking new door look and new door smell to it off in one of the less traversed corners of the building. A sign next to the door demands that you empty your pockets before entering. A scanner for your Bracer will unlock it, assuming it's unoccupied, leading you to a plain white room with no furniture or objects at all in sight. As the door shuts behind you, a pleasant female voice echoes from all corners of the room, greeting you by name. If this is your first time in the room, the voice has a simple question for you: "What memory do you value, or think of, most?" Once you've provided your answer, the walls crumble, much like they did during the Test of Initiation simulation, reforming into something that is, again, pleasantly, or even unpleasantly, familiar. It's a space from home. Perhaps it's your room. Perhaps it's your favorite restaurant (though, the place is curiously empty, and the food you find, for some reason, tastes like strawberries). Perhaps it's a park you always enjoyed visiting, or a corner of the city you lived in. Whatever it is, you, and whoever you may have brought along with you, seem to be the only ones there. And perhaps the details aren't quite right — like maybe someone built a model of your home to explore, but a few pieces were missing from the box. But it's close enough. B. SPEND YOUR DOUGH. SOLVE A MYSTERY Whether you're a newcomer or a veteran returning from your first Field Mission, you've been provided with some spending money. You can use it to buy yourself one weapon and piece of armor from one of the blacksmiths in town. Regardless of who you choose to help you out with that, it'll take about a week to complete your order, so time your purchase carefully. There's also premade weapons and a whole bunch of other bullshit for sale at FANTASY COSTCO. Shelves and pallets of an endless array of nonmagical items, pretty much anything you can imagine, can be bought here, but there's one particular, innocuous item that seems to have Garfield the Deals Warlock in a tizzy. The more those vinyl covers that can be used to decorate your Bracers are purchased, the more the name seems to spread, ghosts of whispers around the entire Moon Base, of a person who may very well be a ghost herself. Who is Miss Zarves? Who was Miss Zarves? A powerful witch with the power to scramble your memories, insists one cantankerous woman who pours you a drink at Madame Frione's Tea Kettle. A heavyset, flushed with drink sort of man sitting next to you disagrees — Miss Zarves is a practical joke Garfield likes to trot out every couple of months to mess around with anybody gullible enough to believe him. Whatever the case, it seems that the name alone gives everyone a curious case of déjà vu. Someone has to have information on her — and this is the Reclaimers' opportunity to hone their information gathering skills. C. A (PERHAPS MANDATORY) DAY AT STOP DYING 101 Whether you're in class voluntarily, or whether you were dragged there on account of dying the past Field Mission, today's session of Fatalistic Fauna, and Danger Sense to channel your inner barbarian is going on a little field trip to the Arena. Because this is your first test to see if you can put all that information that's been given to you in the first few lectures to good use. You and a partner are placed in the middle of the Arena, in a simulation of an expansive, empty field, up against the first monster you were introduced to in class: A Bulette, a fearsome beast that can burrow, lunge, deal severe piercing damage, and jump an absolutely incredible distance. And you and your Reclaimer partner are absolutely no match for it. Your only option here is to escape. Can you? If you are dealt simulated fatal damage, then the Arena will dissolve back to normal, and you'll be given extra homework and reading material for the day. Sorry, them's the breaks. D. OPEN THE DOOR, GET ON THE FLOOR, EVERYBODY DO THE DINOSAUR There's a signup available for those looking to take Dance lessons at the Academy. There seem to be enough slots available for 50 or so people, and the form's name simply reads: "DANCE, NOW. WITH MS. CHARLOTTE." It's a pretty large time commitment- a crash course in dancing is a rather intensive affair. You'll be spending 4 days a week for 2 weeks, 2-3 hours per day, learning all the basics of the waltz, the tango, and the quickstep. Don't even think about trying the cha-cha slide here, it's simply not pasodoable. At the studio, you can borrow a pair of ballet slippers and join in with Ms. Charlotte, which, for anyone coming to the class for the first time should be rightly horrified. The newest member of the Bureau of Balance is a spider. A delegate from New New Aspen, Ms. Charlotte comes equipped with a bracer of her own, has taken in the Voidfish juice, and relocated here, to teach at the Academy. She moonlights as a ballroom dance instructor and a coach, and boy... she's pretty demanding with her approach, but incredibly thorough. You don't want to let Ms. Charlotte down. The sessions she teaches will get you to learn the basics. Natural aptitude, of course, goes a long way, but she's very 8-hands on with her approach at correcting posture and steps. Not without compassion, however, if you manage to get blisters on your feet, Ms. Charlotte's web bandages will set and help heal those sore, tired feet. The next 2 weeks of this boot camp are going to be brutal. E. THE MOON IS YOUR SPACE OYSTER (WILDCARD) There are plenty of other locations around the Moon Base that you can explore at your own discretion. Feel free to refer to the Settings page for more ideas on what shenanigans you can get into. Additionally, we'll be fielding Bender rolls again this month! With the exception of the three items that have been removed from his recipe database, if a food item was destroyed in a failed roll previously, you may roll to try to fix it. Bear in mind, of course, that you may make it worse. Successful food rolls will stay in place at this time. 4. THE DIRECTOR ACTS; A GRAND RELIC DESTROYED Erika has obtained and delivered the Space Mittens to Madame Director herself. She struggles to remain calm and composed at the moment, but the amount of immense pride and relief at recovering the Grand Relic slips through an otherwise sturdy exterior of coolness and level-headed features. She congratulates the entirety of the Bureau of Balance for their hard work, and relates to Erika that she couldn't be happier that she had made this world one step closer to being safe. A message will appear across all bracers, everywhere, with the following: Reclaimers, welcome home and congratulations on a successful first mission. Although there were certain drawbacks and difficult decisions that had to be made, I believe, without a doubt, that you all have irrefutably surpassed all expectations. Congratulations on a job well done. However, next time, please do be more careful out there. For those of you who wish to watch, my office will remain open until 1600 hours today. The relic will be destroyed, and if you would like to attend to see how it's done, please stop by. There will be light refreshments and coffee served, of course. If unable to attend, you can watch the ceremony later on your bracers. Don't forget to click Like and Subscribe. At the appointed hour, a ceremony will occur. She calls forth Davenport to wheel out the structure that's been created and designed with the sole purpose of destroying these things. She dare not takes the relic herself, no, refusing to touch the item at all. It's a medium sized metallic sphere, and once opened and closed, can never be opened again. Pulling back the curtain to an observatory, the Reclaimers can watch as Davenport sports a nifty pair of goggles, and wheels the orb onto a raised platform. He waits for the Director's signal, which is performed by an agreeable stamp of her oaken staff against the floor, and a nod. Davenport hits the KILL SWITCH, and the light show from behind the glass is amazing and terrifying all at the same time. You watch as the Space Mittens are obliterated from existence. An eruption of cheering breaks out. This concludes the first successful mission, and a deeply needed win, for the Bureau of Balance. blurb code by photosynthesis

Comments

[petsthedog]

[In fairness, most people are actually using this room for its intended purpose and not getting their aggressive guilt all over it??? So he's probably giving Bakugo a skewed impression of what this thing is like. Alas.]

Yeah. It was nice of 'em to give us the option to pick something, though, I guess.

[Unlike the test, which went for the throat pretty much immediately.]

[bakucchan]

So out of anywhere in the world, you picked somewhere ugly and boring.

[Not a question, just a Fact(tm).]

[petsthedog]

Guess I did. That a problem?

[Not even particularly defensive. Just too Tired to be baited.]

[bakucchan]

[To that, Bakugo just shrugs.]

Better than choosing somewhere fucked up I guess.

[petsthedog]

[Oh, Bakugo. You don't know the half of it. Technically, this is still the Dark Hour, and he's not sure if this simulation room includes Shadows--certainly, it'd be "fucked up" if it did; the thought of having to summon Castor here of all places kind of makes Shinji want to throw up, but he's not about to say as much to this guy he doesn't even know.]

Eh. Where would you choose, then?

[bakucchan]

Nowhere.

[Bakugo answers that plainly, and without any hesitation. He actually steps into the room finally, scanning it with his eyes all around-- looking for seams or any indication of how fake it is. He can't seem to see any though... it's impressive as much as it's annoying. Everything about this place is annoying, and his eyes fall on a loose rock on the ground so he kicks it mindlessly forward.]

I ain't going to just kick back and relax in a fake version of where I come from while everyone back there are all moving ahead without me. I don't care about you or the kind of place you came from yourself, but clearly you must not have anything urgent to get back to. Lucky you!

I don't have the luxury to idly sit around in a simulation like you!

[...it'd make him homesick and he's still very much in denial about the "world was destroyed" bit.]

[petsthedog]

[Shinji isn't the world's biggest fan of avoiding facts, but honestly...the fact that apparently, Arisato is further ahead than him has him a little confused about how this apocalypse is supposed to work.

At any rate, it's not important. Bakugo yells at him, and he just lets it roll off him. This kid is louder and angrier than Aki, but the speech is still familiar, in its own way. Aki was always pushing to do more, and better, and get stronger--strong enough that he could protect people like he couldn't protect Miki, way back when. Shinjiro hasn't had that kind of fire in him in a long time -- and it'd almost be funny, when Bakugo says he must not have anything urgent to get back to because...well, he doesn't. He was kind of bleeding out in the moments before the hand reached out to him, after all.]

In that case, what're you doing out here?

[It's not said with judgment, or in accusation. Instead, it's a simple question. Bakugo doesn't have to stick around here, in this miserable place. Aki probably wouldn't give it a second look, either--except maybe to drag Shinji out. The thought's an amusing one, and he has to try to ignore the ache in his chest that it's very possible Aki's dead now, along with the rest of SEES.]

...Just don't overdo it, alright?

[He's not sure why he adds it, for this kid he doesn't even know. Who probably won't give a rat's ass about his advice (and truly, who is he to be giving anyone advice, anyway), but somehow he feels a pang of concern for him. Maybe it's the reminder of Aki, or just that he's younger. He doesn't really know.]

[bakucchan]

[The question might not be judgemental, or an accusation, but to Bakugo it doesn't need to be for it to be taken in such a way. Because he wonders that himself, honestly. Why was he bothering himself with this? Hanging around some sad dude in his sad simulation room, when there were other things he should be doing? Urgent things. Finding out how to leave this place, namely.


...it's because he's stuck. He doesn't want to believe his world full of amazing people with amazing abilities could be wiped out in one fell swoop. He doesn't want to believe that out of all of those amazing people, he was the only one who managed to survive. It wasn't fair. As much as he toots his own horn, and acts like he's the best damn person on the planet he's not-- and he knows it. And that survivor's guilt... it's eating at him every second he spends in this stupid place. And he feels if he just.. plays along, accepts his path, works on getting stronger at using his abilities and prepares himself for whatever this place has in store for him... he'd just be accepting the fact that everyone else was dead. He'd just be accepting it.

And he can't.

So... he's stuck. And the question-- even the advice, hits a chord in the young teen and results in him exploding at Shinjiro, even though he's not even done anything wrong.]

It's none of your DAMN business why I'm out here! Why the fuck are you out here, huh?! Why are you sitting around this depressing room, with that look on your face that says you've given up?!

[He knows nothing about Shinjiro, not even his name. So it's not fair for him to just assume that he has given up, but he finds something.. wrong with the fact that there isn't a riot going on right now. A riot of people wanting to leave. Of people yelling at the Director and calling her crazy for dragging them here. That's how he feels, and all he's gotten are people telling him to be nice. To calm down. To be thankful to the Director for saving him when in reality he didn't even ask to be saved.]

cw: suicidal ideation, references to past suicidal behavior

[petsthedog]

[This kid is so loud. Shinjiro can't help but sigh at the renewed tirade, shoving his hands in his pocket as he stares toward the ground. Bakugo's right on the money, really; Shinjiro gave up on life a long time ago. Ever since that night, he's been barreling full-speed toward death, and the only regrets he's had about it have been long buried along with Ken's mother.

He didn't ask to be saved, either, and being alive now is more of a burden than a blessing. The only reason he's even bothered with any of it is the fact that if his universe is dead, it means Ken is dead, and he still wants that kid to have some kind of future. So he'll go along with what the Bureau tells him, fight the battles and collect the relics or whatever for the sake of restoring their universes. He'll do that until the next time his body gives out, but he can't say he feels any particular urge toward self-improvement or training. Doesn't feel much urge toward anything, if he's honest--especially after that initiation trial.]

It's like you said. I ain't got anything to go back to.

[bakucchan]

[Bakugo narrows his gaze hearing that. God this guy was depressing, wasn't he? His entire demeanor is that of someone who doesn't care one way or another, and those kind of people are some of the ones Bakugo just.. can't interact with. His yelling and insults being met with a brick wall is just more frustrating than anything else, even compared to people who insult him back and he stands there quiet for a few seconds before letting out a frustrated scoff.]

Well I do. I need to get back-- but I fucking can't! And the fact that this place is full of people who just.. go along with whatever that crazy bitch says pisses me off!

[Bakugo clenches his fists tight, arms shaking from how absolutely angry he was at this situation he's been presented with.]

I was even told to be thankful towards her! Thankful for what?! "Saving me" when I didn't ask her to do that in the first place?!

[petsthedog]

[He certainly comes across that way, doesn't he. Perhaps like certain homeroom teachers Bakugo might remember. Still, it's the shaking that properly gets his attention, because Bakugo's just reminded him of someone again. He thinks back to those last few minutes, with Amada behind the station--thinks of Amada's lance pointed right at his chest, his small arms shaking too, from the rage and the pain and the enormity of what he wanted--the revenge he craved. Thinks of the last things he said to him, before the end. Let your anger be your strength. This guy is angry, and it's familiar, even if it isn't the same as Amada's anger, or Aki's, or even his own.

For the first time since Bakugo came in, he lifts his gaze from where it was averted and looks directly at the younger teen. For the first time in this interaction, his gaze is crystal clear and focused, the listlessness of before missing.]

What would you want them to do instead? Do you remember what happened?

[Despite his words, there isn't a challenge in his voice. It's simply asking Bakugo to stop and think.]

You're pissed, yeah. There's nothin' wrong with that, but it ain't gonna save your world by itself. Right now, the only one that knows shit about how to save it's that 'crazy bitch'.

You don't gotta be thankful to her to be thankful you've got this chance to learn more, find out what happened and try to fix it.

[He sighs.]

Or you can keep being pissed at me 'cause I ain't losin' my shit about things. I'll even let you have a free punch. [He takes out his hands from his pockets, lifting them up to show he won't resist.] C'mon, go ahead.

[bakucchan]

[Bakugo listens, quietly to what Shinjiro has to tell him. Yeah, he does remind him of a certain homeroom teacher a little bit. The way he calmly tells him that the Director is the only one who knows anything, implying that he shouldn't immediately write her off as someone not to be trusted. It definitely reminds him of Aizawa, and of Qrow as well. The tone the three of them use are all very similar to each other, and Bakugo lowers his head as tries to stop himself from completely exploding on this guy.

Because some of the things he says... "--it ain't gonna save your world by itself." "--find out what happened and try to fix it."

They get to him.

He's not quite at that point, yet. At the point of accepting that his world is really, truly gone. That everyone-- Aizawa, Kirishima, All Might.. even Deku were... gone. Dead. Destroyed along with that wonderful Earth filled to the brim with people who could have.. who should have been able to stand up to whatever the fuck managed to kill everyone off. It's impossible to think something like that happened, and it puts such a heavy burden onto the shoulders of this sixteen year old that he can't breathe when he thinks about it.

About the fact that he's the only one who can fix it. The only one who can save his world.

About how he's the only Hero the people have, anymore.



So.. Shinjiro's offer? Him, holding his arms out ready for a punch? Bakugo gladly takes it. He suddenly snaps up at Shinjiro, clenching his right fist tightly before he reels back and swings up, to hit him square in the jaw.

Fuck you for being right, is what he thinks. Fuck you for coming along out of nowhere and telling him what he had to hear, with the same expression his dead teacher has.]

cw: blood, allusions to fatal injury

[petsthedog]

[It'd be easy enough to dodge, of course, but Shinjiro doesn't move, and just takes it--letting himself move with the momentum of the impact. Bakugo's fist strikes his jaw and he tastes the tang of copper in his mouth where his teeth cut against the inside of his cheek, but it's a familiar pain -- nostalgic, even, for simpler times. Back when he and Aki and Miki used to play together, when the kind of things Aki would get mad about would be Shinji stealing to get his best friend's kid sister a nice new doll to play with.

And it's distinctly different from the last time blood was in his mouth, overflowing from the ruptures inside as the bullets seared like fire in his back and stomach. That night was supposed to be the end of things, and he'd been at peace with that ... but then he'd woken up in the Quad with fuzzy memories of a hand and static all around it and learned that almost all of the others had died instead.

Shinjiro doesn't know exactly what Bakugo's been through, but he understands in his own way. It's a struggle just keeping himself upright and moving, instead of just giving up and letting the pressure crush him. He doesn't know why it was him, rather than someone determined and passionate like Aki, someone composed and organized like Mitsuru -- hell, even just enthusiastic like Iori. He doesn't know why the Director reached out a hand to a dying man and let everyone else die instead.

But this moment here? It feels good, weirdly enough, and it's the first time since opening his eyes that he's gotten anywhere near smiling. Bakugo might have hit him, but he’s stopped yelling, and Shinjiro thinks he may have gotten through to him. He half-snorts, wiping his mouth with his hand.]

Not bad. You mighta even given Aki a run for his money. [Heh. He can already hear Aki in his head disagreeing with that assessment, getting competitive.] What's your name?

[bakucchan]

[That's two. Two times now that Bakugo's driven his fist into someone's face after he's reached a boiling point with his emotions. It's the third time he's gotten into a fight in general since he's arrived here. He's been trying to keep that shit down, after learning the hard way that Heroes can't just go around beating up whoever they want, and that they need to learn to cooperate with other Heroes even if they despise them. He's been doing great as far as self improvement goes but ever since he woke up here he feels like he's been going backwards.

It's just been a lot to process. He was just starting to make friends, just starting to get used to doing more with his class. Just getting used to save others and put his pride aside to let other people save him and now he's suddenly been kidnapped again and forced to interact with people he doesn't know. And on top of that, being told all of those friends he just made.. his family, everyone is just gone. Dead. And it's up to him to save them. It's a lot. It's a fucking lot to process, and handle but he recognizes that he's not reacting in a healthy way.

God, he's fucking pathetic.]

Bakugo Katsuki.

[He answers stone cold, glaring at Shinjiro as if all of this was his fault. It's not, he's just upset that he was able to look through him. He's just angry at everything, really.]

[petsthedog]

Aragaki Shinjiro.

[Bakugo still looks angry, but he's trying to keep it down, now. Shinjiro sees it in the way that the other kid glares, like he's trying to find someone to blame. That'd be much easier, wouldn't it?

There's nothing he can do to make it better, but he bumps Bakugo's shoulder lightly as he starts to head out of the simulation room.]

You ain't gotta stop being pissed, y'know. Use it to fight harder, when the time comes.